Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Breathe, artist - Chino XL.
Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Song language: English
I Can't Breathe |
Hip Hop at its purest |
For me is an everyday occurrence |
How I influence |
More seeds than a seasoned florist (They're Azaleas) |
Swimming in the wicked currents |
In the midst of the sea |
I can’t be seen like hospital patients without insurance |
Lyric felon, thats sellin' more hell and fire penance than Mount Saint Helen |
I ain’t come down and get a cheapo clearance |
Pop radio hates me, they censor every sentence |
Scared of my musical merits and message of independence (Fear me!) |
Feared after so many years of my disappearance |
Avoiding mirrors, getting away from weird and angry spirits (Get away!) |
Theorys of where I was during this period vary |
From the ethereal to padded cells for my material |
Artistry in the hard industry, its a mystery |
But I plan on going down in history for my vocation |
Like Jesus' earthly father |
For carpentry fulfillin' prophecy |
Standin' outside of Heaven hoping God grants me amnesty (Yeah!) |
I don’t doubt God is sittin' in the clouds |
Kinda proud at my strength to proceed |
Yeah, cause I can’t breathe |
While I’m on this earth, things are gettin worse |
I gotta bleed for everything I receive |
I can’t breathe, yo |
Is it all a dream, I can’t let out a scream |
So deceived that I’ve become a machine |
Yeah, I can’t breathe, son |
Now is not the time to lose steam |
Refuse to let evils abuse me, I can’t sleep |
But I can’t breath |
Unmercifully |
Introduce you to death personally |
Lock you in a cell in the ocean |
And then submerge the key (Gone!) |
Committing perjury, to prevent my souls burglary |
No clergery, could fix this broken circuitry (Can't fix this) |
It really hurts to be stuck in the Trials of Job |
A fires below, eating life with no sign of parole |
I lie in the road, beetles and flies in the cold |
I’m risin' up slow, the skies, they disguising the code (Yeah) |
I write and it finally broke |
The violet and smoke |
Tryin to soak in the most Bible and all of its quotes (Ahhhh!) |
My life is like a dull knife when it slicin' your throat |
Lost like Rip van Winkle’s hopes when he finally woke (Crazy!) |
The death of this art form has become a threat |
And its greatest enemies hide in the least places that we’d expect |
As I travel carrying nothing but my regret |
And loneliness |
My lungs have forgotten how to take a breath (Ahhhh) |
I don’t doubt God is sittin' in the clouds |
Kinda proud at my strength to proceed |
Yeah, cause I can’t breathe |
While I’m on this earth, things are gettin' worse |
I gotta bleed for everything I receive |
I can’t breathe, yo |
Is it all a dream, I can’t let out a scream |
So deceived that I’ve become a machine |
Yeah, I can’t breathe, son |
Now is not the time to lose steam |
Refuse to let evils abuse me, I can’t sleep |
But I can’t breath |